The Ursus Empire has entered winter again.
The cold air from the north swept across the entire Chernobog, and gray clouds gathered over the city, looking like an Iron Curtain. Such bad weather did not affect the cheerful mood of the people of Qicheng at all. Today is the city celebration of Chernobog. The people of Qicheng are the most relaxed time of the year. Countless people took to the streets waiting for the celebration to begin. Before the celebration The warm-up activities have been going on for some time, and the whole city is full of people, fire, singing and dancing.
Xicheng District, city wall gate.
Different from the joyful atmosphere that filled the city, the air at the city gate was filled with a strong smell of blood. The ground in front of the gate was filled with corpses, and the blood that flowed out gathered together to form small lakes among the corpses. At the outermost periphery of the corpse, countless white figures stood there, motionless like statues. They all wore white hooded windbreakers, protective clothing, and white masks on their faces. They looked extremely sinister, like ghosts crawling out of the grave.
At the front of the group of ghosts, a rather tall man looked at the scene in front of him in silence. He was dressed completely opposite to the members of the Integration Movement behind him. His clothes were extremely dark, and he had a terrifying mask on his face. He had twisted and swirling black horns on his head. He looked like an Elafian. . Every breath he took was accompanied by a gasping sound, and the overall image was reminiscent of the most terrifying monster in the traditional Ursus stories.
In his hand he held an extremely large rectangular shield, with the double helix symbol painted on it in bright orange-red paint. There are black spikes on both sides of the shield, with a little bit of red on them, which seems to be dried blood.
The man looked around at the corpse in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and closed his eyes. Among the piles of corpses in front of him were Chernobog military police and the Integration Movement. It could be seen that the battle at the beginning was extremely brutal. Even after some of the soldiers and police were dead, they still clutched the weapons in their hands and refused to let go.
This is a group of real warriors who did not take a step back in the face of enemies several times their own, fighting to the death to defend their homeland behind them.
The man raised his head and stared at the corpse of a Chernobog military policeman among the corpses directly in front. The corpse slowly got up, its center of gravity was unstable, and its body was covered in blood. It looked like a zombie that had been resurrected from the dead.
He is not a zombie, he is still alive. During the battle between the military police and the integration movement, he was hit on the back of the head, and he fainted and fell to the ground. The soldiers of the integration movement thought he was dead and ignored him, allowing him to escape.
But now he was up again, in front of a new group of Integration Movement soldiers.
No one attacked, no one spoke. They still stood there silently, watching the injured military policeman rise from the ground and fall.
Stand up again and fall down.
The cycle goes back and forth.
Finally, he succeeded. This time he did not fall again and opened his blood-stained eyes among the corpses.
He looked around and could only see piles of corpses, including those of enemies and comrades. Finally he realized that the battle was over and he was the last member of the military police.
Still alive and standing on this land.
His tears began to flow uncontrollably, his lips were pursed tightly, and he did not make a sound. He bent down tremblingly, picked up his somewhat damaged crossbow, and stood upright facing the integrated movements.
The hand crossbow was raised and pointed at the leader of the integration movement. His body was shaking violently, as if he would collapse in the next second.
"You...you infected bastards..." The military policeman gasped for air, seeming to use his last bit of strength to say these words.
"Don't even think about...don't even think about setting foot in Chernobog!"
The shouts startled the birds that were roosting around them. After a burst of birdsong, the scene returned to deathly silence.
A seriously injured military policeman stood in front of the city wall gate, threatening an entire army.
No one laughed at him. Everyone looked at the military policeman who stood up quietly and showed their respect to him with their eyes.
The leader of the integration movement was still breathing so heavily, as if he was sucking the entire surrounding air into his lungs. He looked at the military police in front of him who could be said to be one step away from death, and remembered the sentence he heard most when he served in the Ursus army.
"In the face of the enemy, the men of Ursus will never take a step back!"
These people, the military policeman standing in front of him, and the dead military policemen, were all Usas soldiers.
An upright soldier!
Recalling Tallulah's experience with him, it is very easy to capture Chernobog. You will basically encounter no obstacles. The government and the army will withdraw, leaving only some civilians and those who pretend to die. Military police.
The man sighed.
The soldiers of Ursus are miserable. They possess unparalleled bravery and loyalty in the world, but they were born in a mediocre and corrupt feudal country. Their loyalty is no different from shoe polishing brushes in the eyes of the nobles. It may be useful, but it can also be discarded at will.
When the man wanted to say something, a person broke into his field of vision, and his eyes immediately turned blood red.
It can be said that he has a short stature, a black windbreaker, and dark blue horns.
She also wore sunglasses very coolly.
Valentin, the boss of the Chernobog Growler gang.
He first stood at the city gate and bowed deeply to the pile of corpses, and then walked across the bloody lakes towards the people of the integration movement.
He came to the military policeman alone without any escort. The cold wind that was still roaring became quiet at this moment, and could only blow the hem of Valentine's windbreaker. He ignored the numerous integration movements in front of him and took off his sunglasses while facing the military policeman.
"This place... is very dangerous... leave quickly..."
The military policeman still did not forget his duty and reminded Valentine in front of him to leave. For him, it is the duty of the military police to protect any citizen, no matter what the circumstances.
"Thank you, brother."
Valentine stretched out his hand to gently support the injured military policeman, trying to get him to sit on the ground, but the military policeman's body rejected his kindness. No matter how hard Valentin tried, he still stood there tremblingly. Even though he was shaking like chaff, his legs were as straight as bamboo.
He kept repeating words like "get out of here" and stared at the leader of the integration movement behind Valentine.
Valentin didn't dare to use too much force. What if he just lay there as soon as he exerted force?
He had no choice but to continue talking.
"Hey, brother, do you know who I am?" Valentine stretched out his hand and shook it slightly in front of the military policeman's eyes.
The military policeman slowly moved his bloodshot eyes to Valentine's face. Almost instantly, he recognized the identity of the Vaifan in front of him.
As a military police officer serving in Chernobog, he naturally keeps all the potentially dangerous elements in the city in mind. This is also a required course for every military police officer.
"You are...the infected person..."
Suddenly, the military policeman pushed Valentine away as if he had been stimulated, causing him to almost fall to the ground.
"You...you bastard...you brought them...you brought them here!"
"You infected bastard!"
The military policeman waved the light crossbow in his hand and wanted to hit Valentine in front of him. Valentine had to take a few steps back.
Even though you are injured like this, you still want to fight...
Sure enough, the Ursus people's prejudice against the infected is unique in the world.
Although he was wronged by the military police, Valentine was not angry, he just felt sad. He sighed softly and stretched out his hand to signal the military police in front of him to quiet down, lest he report to the Lord of Hell if he got excited.
"First of all, I have no relationship with those thugs in white clothes. If there is any relationship at all, it is a relationship between enemies. When we meet, we have to fight to the death."
"So they were not attracted by me at all, but rather by Chernobog's government. Yes, those bastards who were raised by your female cousins who gave up on you."
"As for why I came here..."
Valentine raised his hand.
A group of black waves slowly walked out from the gate of the city wall. Each of them was wearing the same black suit, unbuttoned, allowing the cold winter wind to blow into their clothes, revealing the white shirts underneath and the tattoos on the shirts. Growler logo on chest.
They hold a variety of weapons in their hands, including machetes, clubs, shields...all available. Some are even high-end goods made in foreign countries. Overall, they look much more sophisticated than the equipment of the integrated sports team on the opposite side.
What's even more terrifying is that although their formation is not as neat as an army, it is not scattered either. Everyone has a tense face with a familiar expression, and their blood-red eyes are staring ahead. In particular, their footsteps all followed one sound, without any discordant noises. The rumble and rumble were like war drums beating on the hearts of everyone present, making people feel chills on their spines and suppressed breathing. Feeling afraid involuntarily.
In the eyes of the leader of the integration movement, these neat gang members are like a well-ordered wolf pack. In their eyes, your body, your steps... every part of your body is undisguised. exuding wild and high fighting spirit.
This is a gang team that is no less powerful than the army.
In other words, they are more like an army than most Ursus armies today!
They have everything an army should have, quality, discipline, consciousness, and soul!
This reminded the man of the war in which Ursus invaded Sami many years ago when he was still serving in the army. In that war, Ursus had an absolute advantage, with equipment and troops far superior to those of the Sami. The emperor of Ursus was bound to win this war.
But Ursus failed, they failed shamefully, and were defeated by a country many times weaker than themselves. The emperor of Ursus may still not be able to figure out why he failed, but as someone who experienced that war of aggression, the man understood the reason.
The number of Sami troops is small, but they have a tenacious fighting spirit, strong enough physical fitness, and an unyielding soul.
The war lasted for three years. How many Sami soldiers were captured by the Ursus army?
Less than a hundred people.
There are less than a hundred people!
Men are still frightened when they think of the battle at that time. The Sami soldiers were more brave and fearless than they imagined. During the battle, no Sami man retreated in fear of Ursus' army. Every Sami soldier fought to the end. At the last moment, many Ursus soldiers died in their last Originium grenade, and they were shattered into pieces together with the enemies who invaded the motherland.
In the vast snowfield, Ursus soldiers dare not leave the military camp alone. Maybe a Sami soldier will suddenly emerge from the snowdrift somewhere and give you a crossbow arrow. In that war, Sami gave birth to countless national heroes, and some even achieved an astonishing record of 1:505.
In the end, the Ursans still won, but at a heavy cost. They sacrificed more than ten times as many soldiers as the Sami. The entire army was demoralized, and the benefits gained in the war were far outweighed by the losses.
But now, the man felt like he was back in that war. As an invader, he launched a war against these gang members, with the target being Chernobog behind them.
The irony is that both sides are Ussians, and men have no choice but to continue this war of aggression.
"I'm... sorry." The man's voice was thick, and he bowed his head slightly towards Valentine. He couldn't bow because of his clothes.
"Sorry? If you're sorry, don't attack this city?"
Valentine rolled his eyes.
"Brothers, clean this place first and find the bodies of our military and police brothers. We will send them home."
Valentine turned to the members of the Growler to carry the body of the martyr, and the gang members began to perform their tasks without saying a word.
The military police standing among a group of people looked at the busy scene around them, their eyes a little confused.
"I'm watching you. Now we are going to send the martyrs home. If you dare to move, I will let each of you stay and be buried with them."
Without looking back, Valentine picked up the body of a military policeman and walked towards the city gate. There, several members of the Growler were sitting in cars waiting for the remains of the martyrs.
If possible, Valentine would definitely hold a welcoming ceremony to take these martyrs home. But now it is wartime, and the integration movement may break into the city at any time, and Valentine can only temporarily aggrieve these martyrs.
The man didn't answer, just stood there quietly watching the growler go about his business.
When he walked to the standing military policeman, Valentine stopped.
"Leave here and go back to the city to find the growler's hospital. We will give you free treatment. These people and the growler will stop them. If we fail, you can go to an organization called Rhode Island. They welcome Any infected or non-infected people can join them and you can get out of the city safely by following them."
The military policeman was stunned for a moment, and his body swayed and he sat on the ground.
"Why……"
He looked at Valentine with confusion in his eyes.
In his impression, the infected were all a bunch of hopeless bastards, trash with a broken heart, but the actions of the Vaifan in front of him kept washing away his prejudice against the infected. . He tried to sense some hypocrisy in what Valentine was doing, but he couldn't see anything.
The same was true for the eyes that looked directly at him, without any cover or disguise.
A crack appeared in his theory about the infected.
"I have lived in Chernobog for two years and I know very well your attitude towards infected people."
Valentine called a Howler member and handed him the martyr's body in his arms.
He knelt down and looked directly into the military policeman's eyes with a serious expression.
"Your prejudice and oppression against infected people are the most serious I have ever seen. As long as someone is infected with ore disease, you will throw him into the slums to fend for himself, without any room for negotiation."
"Of course, some infected people with resources will not be dealt with in this way, such as me, such as Leonid. That is because we are still valuable in the eyes of those stupid governments, and the benefits we bring to them are greater than There are far greater benefits than just throwing us into the ghetto.”
"But in the past two years, I have also seen Ursans who treat infected people equally. Have you heard of the hospitals I opened? 70% of them are local doctors from Chernobog. They not only We will treat ordinary people as well as infected people."
"Not just doctors, there are people from all walks of life in Chernobog who have compassion for the infected. They gave me hope, and allowed me to see the hope that infected people can coexist peacefully with ordinary people."
"Actually, oriosis is not as dangerous as you think. I know that you will die if you are infected with oriosis, but it is not so easy to transmit from person to person. Unless their blood enters your body, or when you go to bed with them If safety measures are not taken, you will not be infected with mineral sickness. You can eat with them, bathe with them, and sleep with them, and your life will not be affected at all."
"Did the Chernobog government tell you what I said?"
The military policeman looked at Valentine blankly and shook his head.
"Yes, they only told you about the dangers of oriosis and that it was contagious, but they didn't tell you how you would be infected or how to prevent it. Over the years, your prejudice against infected people has become more and more serious. The deeper you go, you can say that today’s situation is caused by you yourself.”
Valentin did not look back, but pointed his arm back toward the integrated movement.
"Those guys, I can tell you clearly, they are almost all Ursans, the Ursas of Chernobog. They have been deprived of their families, property, ideals... you have deprived them of everything. .”
"That's why they attacked the city, because they had become disillusioned with Ursus and no longer had any hope in the government of this country."
"However, this is not the reason for Chernobog to be subject to war. They targeted the public for revenge, but selectively ignored the real mastermind."
"So, although I am also an infected person, I will not join them. What I hate is the government of this country, the group of high-ranking nobles, not the country itself, not the deceived civilians."
"I have to stop them and keep them out of the city gate. Before I fall, I will never let these guys who are blinded by hatred take a step into Chernobog."
"If Chernobog is destroyed today, the infected will be completely on the opposite side of the world, and the chances of ordinary people and infected people wanting to coexist peacefully will be even slimmer."
"The fault is with the government of this country, not the citizens of this country, let alone the infected people. The infected people are also part of the citizens!"
Valentine patted the military policeman on the shoulder, called a person over and motioned for him to send the military policeman to the car back to the city for treatment. Before the military police left, Valentine thrust a small red book into his hands.
"Read this book, it might be helpful to you."
The military policemen stared blankly at the small red book in their hands, looking in a daze.
"Declaration of Supporting the Party"
This is the name of the little book.
Suddenly, the military policeman grabbed Valentin's hand, looking excited. Valentine turned around, confused.
The military policeman got rid of the support of the people next to him, slowly raised his right arm and gave a trembling military salute to Valentine.
"Officer of the Royal Police Department of Chernobog, Leo Ilyich Trotsky salutes you, I will wait for your triumph in Chernobog!"
Valentine was a little confused for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and returned the greeting to the police officer.
"Thanks."
A red fire was buried in the heart of the police officer. In the future, Valentine himself will be surprised by the achievements of the fire he once planted.
Looking at the car gradually going away, Valentine returned to the crowd again.
"Deer-headed spirit, what's your name?"
Valentine looked at the leader of the integration movement across from him with an expression on his face that he wanted to be beaten.
"patriot."
Valentine felt that he had heard wrongly.
"Patriot? Are you an Ursus?"
"yes."
The man who calls himself a patriot nodded slightly.
"You have such a name but today you are attacking a city in your own country. Aren't you ashamed?"
Valentine watched the Patriot pout his face and slapped him gently with his hands, showing the insult.
"Task, unable to disobey."
There was a hint of sadness in the patriot's voice, but it quickly disappeared.
"Ah."
Valentine gave him the middle finger.
"Is your name, Valentine?"
The Patriot showed no signs of anger, his voice was still as thick as ever, and the fan on his chest emitted wisps of white smoke.
"yes."
Valentine nodded.
"Chief, I hope you can join the integration movement."
"The speech you just gave was very reasonable. Chief, I have never misjudged anyone."
Valentine could even hear some sincerity in the Patriot's tone at this time.
Tallulah? She wants me to join the Integration Movement?
I want Peach!
"Wait, did you hear what I just said to the police officer?"
Valentin then remembered that something was wrong.
The patriot nodded. He looked at the members of the Howlers around him and got a positive answer from their eyes.
"When people are trying to reason with each other, their voices will always rise involuntarily. It is normal for others to hear."
The system appeared in Valentine's mind and made him laugh.
"What do you think of what I said?"
"fine."
The system gave him a positive reply.
…
At this time, Valentine felt like shit. A few days ago, he just gave a speech on "defending the homeland" to his subordinates. He asked Vera to write the speech, and Vera complained that a grown man couldn't even write an article.
At that time, he could see that Vera's green eyes were full of disgust.
If I had known that I was so talented in speaking, I would have written my own manuscript! How good would it be to be able to establish an image of being capable of both civility and martial arts in front of certain people?
But the manuscript written by Vera is indeed awesome.
There were more than 10,000 people, and everyone had sophisticated equipment. Valentin stood in the middle of those people, and moved a bunch of gang members with a long speech, and then a political commissar came out to hold a flag and hold a TT34 big Behind us is Chernobog.
Even Leonid wiped his tears and shouted, "May our Lord bless Valentine and bless Chernobog."
The speech written by Vera, who is familiar with Marxism-Leninism, is so inspiring.
Putting all these chores behind him, Valentine looked at the patriots and integration movement soldiers not far away, and put away his careless appearance.
"I will not join you unless you give up attacking this city."
He made his own terms.
As long as Chernobog is still there, everything will be easier to recover, and it is also possible to join the integration movement. Bringing their advanced red ideas with them may be able to correct the path they have gone astray and return to the red flag.
"impossible."
The Patriots rejected Valentine's request outright.
"There's just nothing to talk about."
Valentine sighed and injected an inhibitor into his body. In the next battle, he may use Origin Stone skills very frequently, so it is good to take precautions in advance.
With a high-pitched roar, a dark blue bipedal dragon appeared in the sky. It is so huge and shocking that everyone can clearly see the scales and patterns on the flying dragon, which are lifelike. The most amazing thing is that the wings of this flying dragon are completely composed of countless thick electric currents, dyeing the sky blue.
The patriot looked at the flying dragon in the sky and held the halberd on his back in his hand.
At the gate of the East City District, Leonid looked at the dark blue flying dragon in the sky in the distance, took out an inhibitor and pierced himself. Outside the city gate, W slowly frowned as he looked at the dark blue flying dragon.
At the city gate of Nancheng District, Xing Yihuang rubbed his wrist and stared at the two heavily armed soldiers at the forefront of the integration movement not far away. Suddenly, a dragon roar caught her attention. She followed the sound and saw the blue dragon flying in the sky in the distance. Seconds later, she jumped off the wall, stirring up a cloud of dust. The dust dispersed, Xing Yihuang's war drum's heartbeat rumbled, and the shadow of the black dragon suddenly appeared behind him.
At the north city gate, Raphael got a bunch of heavy crossbows from somewhere and installed them on the city wall. There were even a few guns inside, which made the members of the integration movement outside the city tremble.
When she saw the dark blue flying dragon in the distance, a very beautiful smile appeared on her face. The growler members around her were trying their best not to look at it... The consequences of peeking would be to get shot. The severity with which this sister trained shooters was directly proportional to her beauty. Many people were shot during training, and then were rescued by Raphael's superb medical skills to continue training.
After adjusting the last heavy crossbow, Raphael jumped off the city wall. Different from Xing Yihuang's direct violence, she fell to the ground as lightly as a feather, without bringing up a trace of dust.
A silver pistol appeared in her hand. Raphael opened the safety of his pistol and aimed at a Sakaz centurion from the Integration Movement through the gap between the heavy-armed operators in front.
War is about to break out.
